Peter walked beside the sea, he gazed at the water lapping at the stones they just put last year to protect the beach from being eaten by the sea. he hummed a familiar song by the new pop star, Demis Roussos, the song was the singer’s first, but it already was a big success among his friends.
He watched the water with a painful yearning, he wished to go and release his pains in its blue embrace as he did every morning. But it was one A.M., and the police patrolled the sea shore to prevent such acts as Peter contemplated.
The police claimed that the night water was too tumulus to trust, and the darkness of the blue waves was enough to claim the life of any who attempted to brave it, would certainly lose their lives.
Peter was too young to contemplate losing his own life, but in the mean time he was considered an adult, he just turned sixteen today.
This was the cause of all of his agonies, his cursed birth day brought a world of confusion and sadness over his young years.
As he started to invite his friend for the event, one that he planned to celebrate by a day in the warm waters of the Mediterranean sea at the north part of his home town, his mother called him for “An important discussion.”
He was proud of his parents, both immigrants who managed to establish themselves quite well in this country and city he called home. According to his father, when they arrived to the shores of this city, this didn’t even a single pound to their name. But as he also told him, the waters of the sea was generous, and his career as mariner flourished quickly, even before they had him, Peter, their only son.
His mother was a school teacher, one of kind as he always said, she taught three different languages at the same school, a feat he knew almost none in the entire country could achieve, and she had those kind and soft blue eyes, that reflected the same beauty of the sea water he adored.
When his mother called him, he immediately left everything, and left the handset of the phone to fall back on the red phone set to rush to obey her every command, he loved her that much.
“Peter, you are not an ordinary boy.” His mother spoke softly and steadily. “You are not from this world, you are from a completely different one.”
Peter smiled, he wondered then what kind of prank his mother was about to pull over him, she was famous for her versatile sense of humor.
“Your father and I, we cam from another place, and that place is called Agartha.” She continued to speak in the same calm manner. “This morning we performed the ritual of steading the aura, and instead of your usual glass of water, I gave you water from the fountain of youth.”
Wow, he never knew that his mother had such a vivid and wild imagination, other worlds, and fountain of youth. This was getting very interesting.
“And hence, your aura stabilized.” She held his shoulders tightly. “You have to be warned for your aura, like mine and your father’s is blue, which means that from now on, you can talk and see the spirits of the dead.”
Alright, this was wilder than usual, and a bit scary, but surely the joke would come right about now, Peter kept the same expectant smile as he looked the face of his mother, searching for the signs of mirth. Yet he found none.
His father came at them like a tornado. “What in the seven hells are trying to do, Marissa?” His father shouted at her. “We should have consulted with the chronicler first before giving the boy the waters of Nafoura. What have you done?”
“It his birth right.” Peter’s mother shouted at the top of her lungs. “He is an Agarthan, and he deserves to reach the top of his aura’s power at a young age, just as we both did.”
“But we were going to talk to the chronicler at the end of the month, couldn’t your crime have waited till then?” His father was now waving his arms in the air menacingly as his voice reached new heights that Peter never heard before.
“Wait!” He looked from one parent to the other. “Where is the joke? I don’t like all of this shouting, please, make your prank and be done with it already.”
Both parents looked at him for long moments in complete silence. “There is no joke, Peter, I assure you that there is none.” His mother said softly as she reached to touch his right cheek.
“Your mother told your the truth, but she should have consulted with the highest authority in our world, she should worked to prepare you before giving you the water of Nafoura.” His father bent his head as he went on. “You should have been prepared, Peter.”
Peter looked at both of them with horror and confusion and ran out of the apartment.
This happened six hours ago, now, he was completely alone walking by the shore of the sea and gazing into the massive yet comforting body of water in front of him.
He didn’t know what should he do now.
He looked at the cabins built directly at the edge of the shore, several feet under the road he walked on and decided that it became too cold to go on, may be he could break into one of the cabins to spend the night there.
He rushed and went down from the gate of the beach to find a place to spend the night.
From Another World
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